GammaGlobulin

Please don't worry about my keeping up. You are 79. You meantion George C. Scott, but you make no mention of Miss Foreign Affairs. By the, way my son, have you actually ever read the rag, Foreign Affairs? I thought not. Foreign Affairs used to have a dark grey cover with bold black print. I know that you are olde enough, but were you ever wise enough to have read it. The rag was printed on heavy paper, but I forget how many pounds per cubic foot. I would gladly provide you with an image of Foreign Affairs, of 50 years ago. But, I'm using my old phone of 10 years ago. It's like this. I could easily type many more grammatically correct sentences, like you, if I had a decent phone. How young were you when you first read Jane Eyre? Did you, like me, become sexually excited by the more prurient parts? Why do you think that all three sisters were exceptional writers? Why was the Bach family so gifted? Do you love baroque music more than golf? Why, after so many years, have we not seen another comparable to JS Bach? After your many years as an engineer, do you believe that it is practicable to remove and sequester 35 gigatons of CO2, annually, beginning next year? Can you please explain why golf balls are dimpled, and not perfectly smooth like ping-pong balls? Have you ever hit a ping-pong ball with a driver? Have you ever seen a golpher hit in the head by a high-flying golf ball? What happened next? Have you ever fudged your golf score? What do you do when you run into a foursome, up ahead, all women, who are spending too much time gabbing on the green? Do you just hit away? Anyway? What is the most beautiful snake you have ever seen on the links? Python? Do you feel that most golphers here understand golfing etiquette? What is your favorite peeve about playing golf here? Does the clubhouse provide you with fresh towels after your shower? Are they cheap towels of synthetic weave? Or are they 100% Egyptian cotton? How much do you tip your caddy? Do you think that you have a good reputation among the caddies? Do you play golf for money? Do you know why playing golf is advantageous for discussion of business, and for resolution of business-related cinflicts? This is the real question. I know that you know.. But why? Just a question.

Allegorically speaking, this story is quite simple. The film begins with Chance in a safe and nurturing environment. All his needs are provided. Therefore, we can easily see that Chance is living in a womb-like state, still connected to the TV, which serves as his umbilical cord. Suddenly, Chance's womb-like existence is interrupted due to the death of his benefactor/employer. Chance becomes ejected from the womb. Yet, he, in his neonatal state, is totally unprepared for the world. Fortunately, through dumb luck, Chance is adopted by a billionaire. But then, after being adopted, innocent Chance is subjected to the realities of life, including a 40-year-old woman who is starved for sex. This same thing happened to me when I was 17. Chance then becomes confronted by the fundamental corruption of politics, and the evils of great wealth and great power. But, being a newly-born innocent, wealth, power and sex have no meaning for Chance. His only pablum is TV... Same as you and me. Then, so tragically, his foster father dies. Yet, just like a true schizoid man, Chance remains disconnected from any feelings concerning his benefactor's demise. In the final scene of the film, we see Chance wandering off into the winter sunset. Chance has never seen a pond in his life. He doesn't understand that man was not meant to walk on water. He pokes the surface of the pond with his umbrella. And he keeps on walking. Such is the tragic tale of Peter Sellers.

Anyway, one thing is for sure, which is that the proper spelling is.. Chauncy Gardiner "Chauncey Gardener" is simply incorrect. I was, originally, willing to overlook the misspellings of the name, previously posted. However, since some of you wish to hold my feet to the fire, then, what can I say. As to the meaning, if any, of the final moments of the film, I am still up in the air. Originally, I had thought of the ending in Biblical terms, walking on water. However, I had also thought of it in terms of TM, transcendental meditation. But now, I am beginning to suspect that this film has no meaning, at all. In other words, as the ultimate satire, we seek to find meaning in life even when there is no meaning. And we try to find some meaning in the film, when there is no meaning to the film. Originally, I had thought that there was no meaning to the film. And, this is why I was so enamored with it. Peter Sellers lived a life without much meaning. Such a brilliant actor. He could have been somebody. He coulda been a contender.

Yes. Sorry.

17 is the factory/manufacturer code (I think) This might take some time. Please wait....

What you say does not make sense. First, you say that you love the Brontë sisters. And then, in the next sentence you state that you like to see women unencumbered by clothing, raw. Have you even read the Brontë sisters? I think you are mixing up Lady Chatterley with the three sisters, the woodsman, or the gardener. As I recall, in one of these books, there was mention made of some great house that had been burned down. Do you recall which book this burned-down house appeared in? Do you recall this from your readings? Concerning your shoes, which are the color you state, I will take the time to check out the markings which you have provided. Such a small thing should be easy for me. No need to ask for help from...what did you say...the NSA? Give me a break. Did you think the NSA would be interested in your shoes? You should be thankful that I am one of the few people in Thailand halfway interested in your shoes. It may take some time. Yet, I will reply to you with further information regarding your penny loafers. Meanwhile, would you please send photos of any additional shoes you might have at your place? Or, have you only uploaded your very best shoes, and all the rest of your footgear is just broken-down thongs? If you really do have a nice pair of shoes that is not over 35-years of age, then please show them now. what about your golphing shoes, for example. Do your golphing shoes have pink tassels? I know that guys in Australia, mostly, buy shoes with pink tassels. I know you know what I am talking about. Nobody can tee-up properly without tassels on their shoes.

His name was Chance. Until others began to call him Chauncey. He was a gardener, until others mistook him for something he was not. Chauncey is sort of an upper-class, upper crust, name. Do you get it now? Chauncey is sort of a preppy, old-school name. Upper class, upper crust. Do I need to explain it further The name Chauncey might, also, be suitable for an English butler. One more small sliver of cheese, please, Chauncey.

Sorry. Each to his or her own. However, as for me, Being There was even better than Dr. Strangelove. Hands down. Still, I will defer to your thoughts of Sellers' best.

Sorry: Of course I meant "free rein" (above) Not, free reign. as my old phone misspelled it. And, not free rain. Does anybody here wish to buy me a Galaxy S22 Ultra so that I can post more lucidly? Forget it.

After posting this, now, I must read the book.

Poor Chance, he was called Chauncey by people who misread him. Now, do you understand?

I cannot agree with you more. I cannot agree with you more. I cannot agree with you more. And, by the way, do you think we will ever see a film literally based on the book, The Good Soldier Švejk? Where has satire gone. Same as love. Where has love gone.

Please check IMDB. NOT Chauncey. Where did you come up with this strange misspelling of the character played by Sellers? Out of your head? Also, please check the original novel from Poland. Check it out, please. Then, please correct your post. Thank you.

In my opinion this is a film based on a satirical novel.

This great film has never been adequately explained to me. I also worry that my post, in this case, might seem inexplicable and confused or confusing to you. Being There is Sellers' best. Or, one of his very best.

I might have said, this is just like TV, only you can see farther, driving in a car. However, I love TV. And, sometimes, the writers on TV help me to see farther. My guess is that the best writers here seldom post anything. My guess is that the more intelligent members of this forum rarely write. Farther or further, it's almost all the same. But it is actually not. What is the difference between the meaning of the the words "farther" and "further"?

Dear Friends, Does the character of Chance Gardner resonate with you? Some might say that "Being There" is probably the very best that Sellers ever did. What has this film meant to you, during recent years, since 1979? Do you think a film like this means nothing? Is is pointless? Sellers wasted his great talent, for some reason, on the Pink Panther series of films. What we need in this world are more gardeners like Chance, turning over the soil. A man like Sellers, who could walk on water, could have done much more. What kind of film is this? Do you think that the Pink Panther series is Sellers' final best legacy? What does it mean for a man to be able to walk on water, in a film like this? What is the meaning of this film? "I've lived a lot, trembled a lot, was surrounded by little men who forgot that... We enter naked, and exit naked and that no accountant can audit life... In our favor." What is the meaning of this? What are you talking about on Sunday? Are you talking about God? Or, are you, as I, just thinking about this amazing film from Peter Sellers. After over 40 years, this film just gets better. I feel sorry that Peter Sellers was never given free reign and money to create just a few more great films. At least, we have one great film, "Being There". Can you, really, think of a better one? Regards.

Answer me this : Why do bar girls care so much about what they wear? It's not due, so much, for their need to attract customers.

Fine! But then, please don't blame me if I refuse to buy DKNY junk wear. Years ago, I used to wear black socks with garters. Long silk ties. And shoes of fine fragrant leather OK. Now, the neckties are becoming shorter. I am just telling you. And, I hope you get my meaning. If the fashion industry gives me junk clothes designed to wear out fast, then I have found the best solution for me. What I do, during most days, is to just wear a towel around my waist, for modesty. I refuse to buy shoes that wear out quickly. Instead, I go with plastic on my feet. Look, Man, I am now old enough to say that I am going on strike. Years ago, I paid good money to buy good quality clothes. But then, the quality of the clothes deteriorated. And, the price just increased. And, the wages paid to workers just kept decreasing. I am not joking here, my friend. Some of my best socks are 30 years old. It really might be amusing if it were not so sickening. What sickens me most is that I have been compelled to stop wearing clothes, altogether. I Please just come to my house, and you will see me in the buff. When I was young, I was a clothes horse. Do you even know what a clothes horse might be? I doubt it. But these days, due to fast fashion, and cheap clothing, I have been reduced to wearing nothing more than a towel around my waist. I shudder to think what my funeral attire might be, these days. Probably made of paper. By the way, about 25 years ago, guys in Hong Kong were experimenting with paper underwear. The logic seemed to have been that, on a business trip to Shanghai, one could just travel light if one could wear paper underwear under one's business suit. WOW, Man, I really know so many more intimate details about Hong Kong than you ever will. I don't know much about science books. But, I know a lot about bar girls. Please feel free to ask me any questions about bar girls. I know all the answers. For example, if you wish to know more about Bar Girl psychology, please feel free to ask me. I have witnessed three great bar girls take their lives. Yet, these bar girls were caring young women, girls that many cared about. Women with children. I know nothing about Thailand bar girls. I have never entered a Thai bar. Never will. I only know plenty about Chinese bar girls. Good and Plenty.

I think you know I don't tell you no lie. Right? Also, I don't like the idea of playing golf. However, what you stated about these shoes is correct. I know that you will not believe me. No one will believe me. But, incredible as it might be, I purchased these same shoes in the US market, from Sears. They were not cheap. For one thing, I loved their color. Thinking back carefully, I must have bought these shoes either in 1989, or thereabouts. Truth be told, I put these shoes in a steamer trunk, and then put the trunk in my friend's warehouse. Then, the warehouse burned down. I never thought I would ever see these shoes again. And yet, now I see them, once more, on this forum. Referring to the photo you have attached, for which I am most grateful, it seems to me that you might not be able to read any identifying marks or printing on the shoes, which has probably long been worn off, with wear during the past many years. However, if you might be able to use some ultraviolet light, then you might still be able to bring up, forensicly, identifying markings. Please carefully examine the inside right side and left side of the shoes. I just want to know if these shoes were made in Spain. If so, then these are the same make of shoes which perished in the fire that consumed my pair. I think it's "unique". Do you recall the Seven Year Itch, with Monroe, stating that it's unique? What do you think Monroe meant by her adjective, UNIQUE? In the film Seven Year Itch. Have you ever stopped to wonder? Also, mostly, the main reason I am so interested in reading what you have to say, and replying to you, too, is just because you are such an old fossil on this forum. You say you are 85-years old old. Is this even possible? What does it feel like to be this old? Does it feel good that you have cheated death? According to what you have stated, when you first bought these shoes, then you were 45. The fish were jumping and the cotton was high. And now, you are confronted with a pair of shoes that may outlive you. How do you reconcile this? Will you will your beautiful shoes to me, if you go first? Also, you are not the only one who can wear a good pair of shoes for almost half their term of existence here. So, what I am asking, maybe, is that when it comes time to meet your maker, if you have a few pairs of well-made shoes, then how do you plan to dispose of this leather legacy. I think, by now, this kind of existential question is nothing more than a playful mind game for you. I just mean that if one pair of shoes can last 40 years... And, if the average human life expectancy is about 75 years... Then how many pairs of shoes do we really need? Maybe one nice pair of corfam shoes for golphing. I prefer golf shoes with long cleats. Did you know that Eisenhower, a gopher, tore up the White House hardwood floors with his golphing shoes cleats. Can you even imagine what kind of ego must be required to do such a thing? Most people here, whenever I speak the truth, think that I am stupid or joking. But, you can check out for yourself, what happened to the Oval Office floor with President Eisenhower's golf cleat marks. You know, most people here wonder why I write so much, about any given subject, including your shoes. The reason is that I have spent most of my life collecting useless information. Just as soon as I saw the image of the pair of penny loafers which you uploaded here, I was easily able to identify them. Over the years, I have become a major reservoir of junk knowledge. Also, now that I am old, I have become a repository of immense wisdom. Normally, I do not share my wisdom, even for a price. Wisdom is something that cannot be shared. However, in my opinion, the reason I like this forum, principally, is because there are those among us here who are old enough to have walked in 40-year-old shoes. 40 years ago, or more. Maybe 65 years ago, there were girls walking around in skirts of knee length. I liked it better then. I liked it better because you could pull up their skirts and find a surprise. Everybody loves a surprise. Years ago, women's bodies were mysterious to men. Now, there is no mystery. Speaking of mystery, when I was young, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was my favorite author, for about a year. This is not to say that farm girls didn't know the facts of life after helping birth the next generation of farm animals. But, just speaking of 40-year-old shoes, I would like to think back to life, PRE-WW2. I would like to think about the days when world population was 2 billion, instead of 7.8 billion. I would like to think back to the days of Elmer Gantry, and other great satirical muckraking books by Sinclair Lewis. So, the point is... Is it still just as possible to buy a beautiful pair of shoes, these days, as we purchased 40 or 60 years ago? Yes. However, due to the changes in the marketplace, you might need to buy handmade shoes, these days. And, you might need to pay a pretty penny. Also, when I was a young hottentot, of 13, I actually read ALL the books written by Sinclair Lewis Babbitt Mainstreet Dodsworth I would never read these books, now, at my age. There is a time for everything. Under Heaven. I also read the Bible. But those days are long gone. These days, for inspiration, I read AseanNow.... You would be amazed by the writers who sometimes post here. A mix of Henry Fielding, Gore Vidal, Truman Capote, Chomsky, Salinger, Orwell, Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Cheever, and also one good writer from Princeton. I'm not sure if the guy from Princeton is still here. I haven't read hide nor hair from him during the past few years, alas. I have nothing more to say about shoes, at this time. But, regarding shoes, I still have much more to say, next time. Far more to say, in fact. Regards, Globulin Please note: After inspecting the shoes, my opinion is that the gopher is pretty much just like me. He and I, though I hate to admit this, are probably birds of a feather.

I once wrote a letter to Richard Milhous Nixon requesting such a letter. Nixon's troubles are over now.

Maybe not so Kosher in these parts.

No need for wisdom if you want to poke somebody in Pattaya. It only requires wisdom to refrain from doing so.

A song can be a metaphor.

Dear Friends, How many of you worry about this? You worry that you might never leave this hotel. You do your little turn and share your tush on this forum, for what your tush might be worth. But, who cares? Will you never leave? Ask yourself. Life is so unpredictable. Dumb songs come and go. Yet, you will always remain. You know it, and everybody knows it. So sad, really. Regards, Gamma